The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1887-06-19
GAY GIRLS OF GOTHAM.
THEY ASTONISH THE NATIVES AND
MAKE VISITORS STARE.

Gorgeous Gin Palaces-The Feddlers of
Sweet Flag and Mint - The Many
WAYS that a Living is Made in a Great
City.
NEW YORK, June lS.-New York is
brilliant when on wheels. The care that is
Iavished on the stables of thousands of men
and women here makes the east drive in the
mark the most brilliant and snowy place in
New York. Fifth avenue is lined with
harness shops and the salesrooms of big
carriage factories, and no man achieves
eminence so quickly in society as the one
who shines through the perfection of his
stable. The American girl is pushing herself
forward on the east drive of the park, as
she is everywhere else. She is not content
70 loll in a victoria, like her sister in
Paris, or sit primly in the corner of a
British brougham, She drives. Nothing
faxes her, and occasionally she is what the
vulgar call "a sight"
For instance, yesterday I saw a big T.
cart rooling down the drive with an amount
of pomposity, noise and show that would
shame an old-time circus band wagon. It
was magnificent cart. The wheels were
red and very big and heavy, the body bot
tie green and the seats higher than the top
of the average closed carriage. There was a
magnificent team of bays to the cart,
tyroomed till their coats shone like satin
They were about seventeen hands high, per-
fectly matched, and they pounded the earth
with their giant hoofs like so many. anima-
ted pile drivers. The big steel chains that
ran from their collars to the pole of the
cart changed and ratified as they rushed
along the drive, the very personification of
power and force. On the seat high above
their heads and holding the big white rib
bons in her tiny hands sat girl of perhaps
10 years with slim arms, delicate features
and fragile waist. She held her hands
we'll up, with the whip hanging crosswise
and her feet were braced firmly. By her
side sat serene and placid young woman of
about the same age, who lolled back grace
fully under a crimson parasol, and who
seemed to regard her driver with the most
serene confidence, On the rear seat was a
big English groom with his hands
clasped on his knees and his eyes half start
ing from his head. There were 10000 car
riages whirling along the park, and the girl
on the box seat missed about 1900 of them
by nothing less than a miracle. She was
able to guide the horses by a mighty tug on
one rein or the other, but all the rest had to
be left to their training. 1t. was evident
that they scarcely knew she was at the other
end of the reinS.
ordinary was instanced moment later by
the appearance of gentleman who is va
riously known as ''No Mans Friendn and
the Baron of Baccarat." He had small
two-wheeled cart and neatly groomed bob
tail black mare. The mare was the color of
ink She hadn't a white spot on her.
Every part of the cart was pure white. It
may have been ash, polished and whitened,
but whatever the wood was, it was almost
the color of driven snow. Even the spokes
of the wheels. wererof virgin white, but he
grain of the wood could be seen easily in
/, them. The leather cushions and trappings
were WHITE. and there was a prettily en-
broidered white robe over the shaky knee of
the Baron. He was dressed entirely in black
and his sombre face was in sharp contrast TO
the gay little vehicle The black mare wore
huge white canvas collar, white reins and
white traces. They looked doubly brilliant
against her black coat. This turnout was
the sensation of the park during the day
Tomorrow nobody will notice it, and the
Baron will be reduced to some other scheme
to attract attention.
A back county Sheriff would have been
astonished at the possibilities of the prime
val buggy if he had seen one that passed me
near the entrance to the park. 1t was the
buggy, pure and simple. but it was of such
exquisite workmanship that it showed the
great advance that the carriage makers had
made In recent years The wheels were
almost like spiders web, and the body was
as light and fragile as jewel case 1t was
swung on sidebar springs, Of course, and the
team of light sorrels ran far ahead and very
wide apart. They were not trotting horses
but high bred, light weight English car
riage horses, trained to move at sharp can
ter and in perfect unison. They were not
checked, but they held their heads like the
familiar pictures of the Arab steeds, and
their fire and dash were worth going a long
distance to see. The back of the buggy was
down, and in it, holding the reilis carelessly,
was man with a clear-cut profile, blue eyes,
and little square patches of closely clipped
whiskers in front of each ear He is worth
about $500, 000, 900, but he drives a buggy
just as his father and grandfather did before
him. 1t was Cornelius Vanderbilt.
BLAKELY HALL